I’ve been wanting to get “back to the land” and start a homestead for oh, about 8 or 9 years now… after years of struggling financially and having two kids my husband went “corporate” and we moved into a too-big house in the nicer side of town and tried to really invest in suburban life. During this time I had happily quit my job to stay home with the kids and scrounge time throughout the long days to work on my home businesses (MUCH easier said than done). I had given up on the farm life actually happening before the kids are grown. Then my husband throws a curve ball and says he wants to give up his job…his job that finally seemed to be going somewhere after 7 years. I freak out for a couple days before I realize he’s wanting to do exactly what I’d been dreaming of for years. Here’s to hoping we can make it happen before one of us gets cold feet!
So here we are… the two of us about to embark on what some may think is an absolute horrible idea of an adventure into unknown and lackluster territory. We are mid-thirties, two kids (aged 4 and 2), great situation (solid job security and “great area”), and all we long for are more simple times where the modern grind is absent and the ideas of value in community and contentment in life dominate the landscape instead of the size of your TV or the SQ FT of your home. (55″ and 2600″ respectively.) I can only speak for myself, but I believe I was raised to be better but society has taken a nasty turn in the past 50 years, unto which I succumbed, and the ideals that once ruled the land have been corrupted. It took 34 years, a lot of hard work, a lot of losing my way, little REAL reward, and some health issues to see this unfortunately. Well, bottoms up because things are about to get funky!